Thursday, June 11, 2009

Killing Me Softly

My husband awoke Saturday morning complaining of a high pitch frequency in the kitchen. A beep. A squeal. He searched everywhere. He went into the attic. He turned off appliances. He flipped breakers.

Distraught after a good half hour's hunt, he decided to have a snack. He flipped open the lid of the trash can to throw away his granola bar wrapper and the beeping grew louder.

What was the source? A discarded Pod I had failed to deactivate. My batteries had gone dead in my PDM, so I'd just ripped off the Pod and started fresh. Hee hee. Whoops. A power drill and four holes later, Hubs killed his squealing nemesis.